by Alex Grayson
“And how did it go?” My voice comes out way too raw.
One corner of her mouth tips up, as if she knows of my struggle. “It was actually disappointing,” she admits.
I lift a brow, intrigued. “How so?”
“Because the man who was sitting across from me wasn’t the man I wanted him to be.”
I drop my foot to the floor, but make sure the notepad covers my impossibly hard erection.
I clear my throat before I make a fool of myself. “And who did you wish it were?”
A light blush forms on her face, contradicting the strong and bold woman I know Charlotte to be. It takes her a moment to answer, and when she does, her voice is determined. “I think we both know that answer, Dr. Erikson.”
My eyes snap to her thighs when she uncrosses her legs then tucks her ankles together under the chair, letting her knees part a couple of inches.
I can’t fucking help it. No sane, hot-blooded male could. The temptation of seeing what she’s hiding beneath her skirt is too much.
Her legs are still pressed together enough that I can’t really see anything. It’s on the tip of my tongue to demand she spread them wider, but I hold on to a thread of my control.
“Charlotte,” I start, yanking my eyes to her face. “I think—”
“Say it, Bryan,” she croons. Hearing her say my first name for the first time in a voice she’s never used before—pure seduction and want—has my balls drawing up unbearably tight. “Tell me to open them wider.”
“This is wrong,” I grit between clenched teeth, strangling the pen in my hand. “I’m your doctor, Charlotte.”
“Who says it’s wrong?” she questions. Her hands move to her thighs, and she scrapes her nails against the material of her skirt, causing it to slide up. “If it’s something we both want,” her skirt goes higher, “why is it wrong?”
“Because I could lose my license.” I open the top two buttons of my dress shirt. It’s hot as fuck in here.
“Only if you tell.” She offers a sexy little smile. “It can be our dirty little secret.”
I don’t want her to be a dirty little secret. If I take Charlotte like I’ve been dying to for the last six months, I know I’ll want more than a one-time fuck, or even a once-a-week fuck. She isn’t just a passing interest. My lust won’t end with a one and done. Charlotte’s sexy as all hell, but she’s more than just a way to appease my lust. She’s sweet and kind and giving. I’ve spent the better part of half a year getting to know her. During our sessions, we didn’t only talk about her need to expose herself; we talked about her everyday life. I know she talks to her parents several times a week. She volunteers at the local animal shelter. She saves part of her lunch to give to a homeless man she passes by every day going home from work. Once a week, she goes grocery shopping for the elderly woman who lives in the house next to hers. She wants kids—three to be exact.
There’s so much more to Charlotte than her stellar body, and I find I really fucking want to be part of her life.
It’s because of that desire, I decide to give in. Our relationship may move from professional to sexual today, but it won’t be long before I make sure she wants something more too.
I toss the notepad on the table between us and stretch out my legs, showing her with my actions—and the erection she can no doubt see through my slacks—my surrender.
“Show me,” I demand huskily. I tip my chin to her legs. “Show me what you do when you sit on those benches and let those men see you.”
Her mouth opens and she pulls in a little breath. Her pulse is so rapid I can see the small tic in her neck, and her tongue darts out to lick along her bottom lip.
I move my eyes to her legs just as she parts them more, but it’s still not enough to get a good look.
“Wider, Charlotte. I know you give those men more. Show me what I want.”
A moan slips from her lips at the same time her legs open wider.
“Your skirt,” I grunt. “Pull your skirt up.”
She glides her skirt up her thighs, and I swear it takes ten fucking minutes for her to reveal what I’ve been dying to see. No panties, and so damn wet her thighs glisten. Soft pink lips, bare except for the small landing strip.
Pure fucking heaven.
“Do you touch yourself when men watch you?”
I know she doesn’t, or she hasn’t the times I’ve watched her, but I want to hear her say it.
“No,” she moans.
“Why?”
“Because it never feels right. I only wanted them to see my body, not my pleasure.”
Her eyes slam down to my lap when I palm my aching cock through my slacks.
“Do you want to now?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Why?” I ask again.
“Because it feels right,” she answers breathlessly. “At night, when I lie in bed and touch myself, you’re who I think about.”
“How long?”
“Since my first visit.”
Her words send a surge of desire through me straight to my dick. Looks like I’m not the only one who has secrets.
“What do you think about?”
Her pants become stronger and the flush on her face redder. “What your face would look like if you were one of the guys in the park. What your hands would feel like on my body. How you would taste if I took you in my mouth. How it would feel if you slid your cock inside my pussy….”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I’m seconds away from shooting my load, and I haven’t even touched the woman yet. Just her words send me close to the edge. “Touch yourself, Charlotte. Slide your fingers through your pretty pussy lips and show me what you would do if I were one of those guys.”
I silently vow that from this day forward I will be the man she shows herself to. The only man.
Her breath hitches as she slides one of her hands up the inside of her thigh. Without taking my eyes off her, I open my slacks and pull out my cock. I’m so goddamn hard, the tight appendage pulses in my hand as I stroke it.
She glides one finger down the center of her slit, ending at her clit, which she lazily flicks. Her eyes flutter closed, and she releases a deep moan that I feel all the way to my toes. Charlotte is more than a temptation; she’s a fantasy come to life.
“Look at me,” I demand roughly, and she complies. “How does it feel?”
Her throat bobs. “Good. Perfect.” She pauses for a moment as she slides a finger inside. “But I need more.”
“What more do you need?”
“You,” she breathes on a shudder. “I need you, Bryan.”
It’s those words and the smell of her essence in the air that slice through the remainder of my control. One second I’m sitting on the chair, the next I’m down on my knees in front of her, the table roughly pushed back to give me room. Her eyes widen at my sudden movement, but the heat in her expression intensifies.
I pull her hand away from her dripping pussy and bring her fingers to my lips. Her taste explodes in my mouth as I suck her desire away. I release her finger with a pop.
Grabbing her waist, I pull her so her ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the chair. I wedge my hips between her thighs, and her legs open wider.
“Pull your lips open. Show me that wet pussy,” I command.
When she does so, a groan rumbles from my throat. Dipping down, I give her slit a long, leisurely swipe with my tongue. She tastes fucking addictive.
Her thighs tighten against my shoulders, and her fingers slide through my hair. I relish the bite of pain when she grips my hair and forces my face deeper into her. I nip, suck, and fuck her with my tongue before stopping at her clit and tugging it between my teeth. She squirms against my mouth, and I lap up every single drop she gives me.
“Fuck, woman, you taste divine,” I growl, lifting my head. “I could eat you all day long.”
Her eyes flare, and she grabs my cheeks, forcing me up until our mouths meet.
I shove my slacks and brief
s down just enough to have full access to my cock. I rub the tip against her swollen lips and hiss at the warmth and silkiness of her.
“Please, Bryan,” she whines against my lips. “Fuck me.”
Pulling my wallet out, I grab a condom and hold it up for her. “Put it on me.”
She snatches it from me, rips it open, and starts the slow torturous action of sliding it on my erection. I bite my tongue and force away the need to pump my hips. Her hands are so damn soft.
She wraps her legs around my upper waist. We both look down and watch as I guide my cock to her opening. The moment the tip is at her entrance, I slowly slide in, and don’t stop until my pelvis meets the back of her thighs.
I jerk my face up to hers to find her watching me; mouth open, eyes half-closed, and biting her lip.
I pull back, only to slam back forward again. Her moan combined with the look in her eyes has my balls drawing up, ready to explode.
Using her waist as leverage, I pull her to me at the same time I push forward. It only takes a few seconds before her walls clamp down on me, strangling me almost to the point of pain.
She releases a cry, and I lean over and cover her mouth with mine. The walls in my office are thick, but I don’t want to take the chance of Maryann hearing and coming to investigate. I’m not entirely sure I could stop if she did.
I pump my hips faster, riding the aftershocks of Charlotte’s orgasm, and find my own only seconds later. I empty everything in me, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a deep groan. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stay like that for several moments, just breathing in her delicious scent.
Her nails scrape across my scalp as she catches her breath.
I slide from her body and pull the condom from my softening cock. After knotting the end, I toss it in the trash can before turning to look at her. A small, satisfied smile plays on her lips, and I press a kiss to them. Her smile slips away when she sees my serious expression.
“This isn’t a one-time thing,” I inform her. “I want more than just a fling we indulge in once a week.”
Her brows pinch together. “Really?”
“Really.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ve spent the last six months fantasizing over you, Charlotte. But my fantasies didn’t only consist of getting you in my bed. They were of waking up with you in the mornings. Eating breakfast with you. Going to movies and shopping. Coming home to you at night and making love to you in a bed we share. I want to see if that’s something we’re capable of. Tell me you feel the same.”
She tilts her head, regarding me with an expression I’m not sure how to interpret. Nerves scatter down my spine as I wait for her answer.
It starts out slowly, but soon her whole face lights up with her smile. Relief slams into my gut, and it’s not until then that I realize I was holding my breath. I let it out on a whoosh.
“I’d like that,” she murmurs softly. “I’d really like that.”
Elation fills me, and I scoop her up from the chair and set her down on my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. I groan when her warm pussy meets my half-hard cock. I slam my mouth down on hers and kiss the hell out of her. Her arms slip around my neck and she squeezes me tight.
We’re both breathless by the time we break apart.
The phone on my desk ringing reminds me of where we are and the trouble I could get into. I look at the clock on the wall and release a groan. Five more minutes and our time is over. A smile pulls up my lips. Five more minutes, and I can take Charlotte home with me.
With her still in my arms, I get to my feet. Her skirt falls, concealing the beautiful treasure hidden beneath.
“Any plans after this?” I ask, tucking my cock back into my pants. It’s hard to do because I’m still partially hard.
She smiles shyly at me, and I find I really like the look. “No.”
I grin cheekily at her. “You do now.”
She laughs, and I snag her around the waist, pulling her against my chest to lay another kiss on her.
Charlotte may have started out as my patient, but we’ll end as so much more.
4
Bryan
One year later…
I creep along the tree line and stop when I have her perfectly in my line of sight. Pulling my hat down lower, I stuff my hands in my pockets and lean against the tree, a secret smile tugging up my lips.
The woman across from me tucks her crossed ankles beneath the bench and slowly opens her thighs. I’m too far away to see much, but it’s enough to have my cock turning to stone in my jeans.
She looks down at the phone in her hand, a smile tugging up one side of her mouth. A moment later, my phone pings. I pull it from my pocket.
Mrs. Erikson: Enjoying yourself?
I grin.
Me: You know I am. Show me more.
I look up just as she spreads her thighs wider and lifts her skirt a couple of inches. My eyes dart around, making sure no one else can see what she’s revealing. Satisfied that we’re pretty much alone, I bring my eyes back to her.
I grit my teeth when she teasingly glides her hand up her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. I type out another message.
Me: Don’t you fucking dare.
My warning only makes her smile turn to a devious grin as she inches her hand up higher. A growl rumbles from deep within my throat, both desire and frustration stiffening my body.
We both agreed she would continue these sexy escapades only if I was present. But her pleasure is just for me. Her current obsession is to see how much she can tempt me before I lose control.
My phone pings again.
Mrs. Erikson: I love you.
Warmth fills my heart, just as it always does when she tells me she loves me.
Me: I love you, too. But you’re not distracting me. Don’t do it.
When her hand disappears beneath her skirt, I rip off my hat, stuff it in my back pocket, and stalk toward her. Her eyes widen, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she watches me approach.
“Took you long enough,” she croons once I’m in front of her.
With a smirk, I yank her up from the bench, toss her over my shoulder, and smack her ass. Her laughter and the way she rubs her hands over my ass have my cock pulsing.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle.
“I’ve come to cure my sexy little patient of her ailment of showing people what’s mine.”
She’s no longer my patient, but I still refer to her as such. Just as she still calls me Doctor.
“And what’s yours, Dr. Erikson?”
“You,” I growl as I walk toward our car, my palm covering her ass. “Every single fucking inch of you.”
About Alex
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers.
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AJ Alexander
Theo Fitzwilliam has finally gotten the one thing he has always wanted -love. However, a secret yet again threatens everything he holds dear.
1
“Just because you made them doesn’t mean you can hoard them all,” I grumble at Morgan from the other side of the kitchen island, dropping myself down into the chair with a thump.
“Stop pouting like a baby! I’m not hoarding anything; these are for my parents. I won’t be able to bake while I’m at home thi
s time around and these are my father’s favorite.”
I stop pouting, remembering that the two of us will be apart for the first time in almost six months, the idea doesn’t make me happy in the slightest. “You have until I get to the count of ten to be in the proper position next to the bed.”
The playfulness has left my tone, “Yes, Sir.” Morgan places the half-packed container of Italian sugar cookies on the counter and saunters down the hallway to our room. Our room. Just saying that to myself brings a smile to my lips.
I swipe a cookie off the counter and place it into my mouth, the flaky crust melts on my tongue. I reach up and begin to loosen my tie, remembering everything that has led to this very moment. Heading down the hallway toward our room, looking inside every few rooms, I am reminded of all the mistakes and tears that were shed on our road to finding one another. Our love story wasn’t an easy one, but in the end, it was worth it because of what we now have.
Cookie and I were meant to be together from the moment I set eyes on her, but it took losing her to realize life wasn’t worth living without her. To me, she is everything, the perfect angel that would be corrupted by the darkness that I hid deep inside me. What I didn’t know was that same darkness that I wanted to keep hidden, was the one thing she craved.
Morgan has always had a wild side and the desperate need to let loose and be tamed, but she had no one she trusted enough to give over the control too—until she met me. I almost lost that trust as I let my past dictate my future, but a swift kick in the ass from my cousin Taylor, gave Morgan and I something we both desperately needed, freedom.
I shake my head and focus back on the present, pushing the door open to find Morgan kneeling beside our bed. Back straight, eyes cast down and her hair swept up in an intricate knot at the nape of her neck. Even after all this time, her beauty takes my breath away. I quickly unbutton my shirt, reaching my hand down and gripping just below her chin.
